Chapter 10:
Doyle stood in the center of the kitchen. With a slow spin he scanned every nook and cranny. Carl’s sister Grace did her best to calm the hysterical baker in the corner. A quick glance their way proved the knife had been taken from her hands. Now all he had to do was find the escaped tooth fairy disguised as a mouse.
From behind, Grace mumbled an incomprehensible sentence, and the woman’s caterwauling stopped. A quick glance back and Doyle found the chef fast asleep.
He asked, “What was that?” while continuing the search.
Grace answered, coming up next to him, “Just a little spell to help her sleep.”
Without showing his concern, Doyle asked, “Are all your family witches?”
“You don’t have to be concerned, I’m not going to turn you into a toad or anything. No, my whole fami
